Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Buckle your Seat belts by Isaiah
"Marina Bay Sands!" my father told the taxi driver excitedly.
The driver drove off and my family and I were on our way to Marina Bay Sands to stay for a few days. I had been looking forward to staying there and going to Universal Studios Singapore to try out the rides which I heard were excellent.
All of a sudden, a car swerved and almost hit the taxi I was in.
"Screech!" the taxi driver stepped hard on the brakes which sent me flying into the windscreen and onto the road.
I was too young to die.
I could hear screams all around me. This thing I had been looking forward to had gone absolutely wrong. Seatbelts could have prevented this. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of the ambulance's sirens filled the air. At least someone bothered to call for the ambulance and not just stand there like a typical Singaporean.
"He...lp me..." I groaned in pain. The pain was so unbearable.
When I checked myself for injuries, I was not surprised. Blood, bruises, scratches, severe cuts. You name it. I looked like one of those ghosts in those 'cursed pictures' people use in chain mails.
I tried to get up slowly but even the slightest movement felt like a million bones breaking.
Things started becoming blur......
I found myself in a room. I looked at myself wondering if what happened was real. I could move! I could move! When I turned around, I was totally shocked.
"Oh my gosh. Shi..." I mumbled under my breath at the sight of my body on a bed. My own body. Right in front of me. Bandages all around. Broken arms and legs.
My parents were kneeling on the floor clutching my cold hands and sobbing.
"Damn it!" I cursed. I sank to my knees and burst into tears. If only I had buckled my seatbelts.
"Maybe this is what it feels like to be a ghost," I thought to myself.
I remembered what my parents taught me.
I could almost hear a voice in my head saying, " Open your eyes. This is just a nightmare......".
Prying open my eyelids, I hoped that it was all a dream.
"You are finally awake!" my mother said happily. " Look at yourself, so sweaty! Go take a shower and pack your bag. We are going to Marina Bay Sands today."
I nodded and headed towards the toilet. I took a shower, wrapped a towel around myself and brushed my teeth. After that, I took out the packing list that I had prepared yesterday night and packed my bag accordingly.
We made our way towards the taxi.
"Mom, Dad," I mumbled. " Please buckle your seatbelts."
"Of course we will," my father laughed.
"Marina Bay Sands," my father told the taxi driver gleefully.
We buckled our seatbelts and the driver stepped on the accelerator.
I learnt from the horrifying dream that buckling up is a very important thing to do that could save your life, and mine.
The driver drove off and my family and I were on our way to Marina Bay Sands to stay for a few days. I had been looking forward to staying there and going to Universal Studios Singapore to try out the rides which I heard were excellent.
All of a sudden, a car swerved and almost hit the taxi I was in.
"Screech!" the taxi driver stepped hard on the brakes which sent me flying into the windscreen and onto the road.
I was too young to die.
I could hear screams all around me. This thing I had been looking forward to had gone absolutely wrong. Seatbelts could have prevented this. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of the ambulance's sirens filled the air. At least someone bothered to call for the ambulance and not just stand there like a typical Singaporean.
"He...lp me..." I groaned in pain. The pain was so unbearable.
When I checked myself for injuries, I was not surprised. Blood, bruises, scratches, severe cuts. You name it. I looked like one of those ghosts in those 'cursed pictures' people use in chain mails.
I tried to get up slowly but even the slightest movement felt like a million bones breaking.
Things started becoming blur......
I found myself in a room. I looked at myself wondering if what happened was real. I could move! I could move! When I turned around, I was totally shocked.
"Oh my gosh. Shi..." I mumbled under my breath at the sight of my body on a bed. My own body. Right in front of me. Bandages all around. Broken arms and legs.
My parents were kneeling on the floor clutching my cold hands and sobbing.
"Damn it!" I cursed. I sank to my knees and burst into tears. If only I had buckled my seatbelts.
"Maybe this is what it feels like to be a ghost," I thought to myself.
I remembered what my parents taught me.
I could almost hear a voice in my head saying, " Open your eyes. This is just a nightmare......".
Prying open my eyelids, I hoped that it was all a dream.
"You are finally awake!" my mother said happily. " Look at yourself, so sweaty! Go take a shower and pack your bag. We are going to Marina Bay Sands today."
I nodded and headed towards the toilet. I took a shower, wrapped a towel around myself and brushed my teeth. After that, I took out the packing list that I had prepared yesterday night and packed my bag accordingly.
We made our way towards the taxi.
"Mom, Dad," I mumbled. " Please buckle your seatbelts."
"Of course we will," my father laughed.
"Marina Bay Sands," my father told the taxi driver gleefully.
We buckled our seatbelts and the driver stepped on the accelerator.
I learnt from the horrifying dream that buckling up is a very important thing to do that could save your life, and mine.
Synthesis and Transformation (Term 3, Practice 8)
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Thursday, July 26, 2012
Synthesis and Transformation (Term 3 Practice 7)
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Wednesday, July 25, 2012
The test by Wei Ting
I smiled as Mother praised me . She rewarded me with a bowl of ice-cream. I grinned as I replayed today's experience as I the cold treat melted in my mouth.
At the school gate this afternoon, I stuffed my earpiece into my ears as I waited for my mother to come. I jumped as I heard two boys hurling a few colourful words at each other . I turned up the volume, not wanting to hear any of those 'colourful' words. "Society... What has it become?" I mumbled, thinking hard.
A cold hand rested on my shoulder, snapping me out of my thinking bubble. I pulled my earpiece out of my ears, ready to bark at the person.
Standing in front of me was a woman in her thirties, clad in a cream-coloured dress. Her exotic perfume was gagging me. I was never a fan of perfumes.
She smiled at me kindly and said," Your mother is ill, she sent me here to fetch you from school! I'm her friend, Emma!".
Emma? I had never heard my mother mentioning the name Emma before. I narrowed my eyes and replied,"Are you sure? My mother has always been a healthy woman."
Still smiling, Emma said,"She came down with a common flu!" I still did not believe her .
"Really? Tell me what's her middle name then ?" I challenged Emma.
Her face turned confused for a second, then she said,"I don't know her middle name ..."
"STRIKE! You're a kidnapper!" I shouted, pointing at her. This earned a few stares from passers-by.
Her face turned beetroot red.
As I smirked in glory, she called someone. "Hello? Yes, she passed the test," she spoke into the phone. What test? I was puzzled.
She smiled at me and said,"Let's go meet your mother!"
What? She got me into a car and drove to my house. My mind was buzzing with a million questions .
We reached my house. My mom was standing there with a big grin on her face. She did not look ill at all.
"Mother!" my face lit up. She hugged me and thanked Emma.
"Who is she?" I asked my mom.
Soon, all my questions were answered. My mother was not actually sick. It was all a set-up! Mother wanted to see if I was conscious of my safety .
"This ice-cream is delicious !" I commented, snapping out of my flashback. Today was certainly the best day ever .
At the school gate this afternoon, I stuffed my earpiece into my ears as I waited for my mother to come. I jumped as I heard two boys hurling a few colourful words at each other . I turned up the volume, not wanting to hear any of those 'colourful' words. "Society... What has it become?" I mumbled, thinking hard.
A cold hand rested on my shoulder, snapping me out of my thinking bubble. I pulled my earpiece out of my ears, ready to bark at the person.
Standing in front of me was a woman in her thirties, clad in a cream-coloured dress. Her exotic perfume was gagging me. I was never a fan of perfumes.
She smiled at me kindly and said," Your mother is ill, she sent me here to fetch you from school! I'm her friend, Emma!".
Emma? I had never heard my mother mentioning the name Emma before. I narrowed my eyes and replied,"Are you sure? My mother has always been a healthy woman."
Still smiling, Emma said,"She came down with a common flu!" I still did not believe her .
"Really? Tell me what's her middle name then ?" I challenged Emma.
Her face turned confused for a second, then she said,"I don't know her middle name ..."
"STRIKE! You're a kidnapper!" I shouted, pointing at her. This earned a few stares from passers-by.
Her face turned beetroot red.
As I smirked in glory, she called someone. "Hello? Yes, she passed the test," she spoke into the phone. What test? I was puzzled.
She smiled at me and said,"Let's go meet your mother!"
What? She got me into a car and drove to my house. My mind was buzzing with a million questions .
We reached my house. My mom was standing there with a big grin on her face. She did not look ill at all.
"Mother!" my face lit up. She hugged me and thanked Emma.
"Who is she?" I asked my mom.
Soon, all my questions were answered. My mother was not actually sick. It was all a set-up! Mother wanted to see if I was conscious of my safety .
"This ice-cream is delicious !" I commented, snapping out of my flashback. Today was certainly the best day ever .
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Introduction by Misha
My little sister, Prim, just started school this year. She is in primary one. She is naive and gullible. Not much to anyone's surprise though, she loves sweets. It is more likely to say she likes ALL kinds of candy. In fact, she has a VERY sweet tooth! Prim has a mind of her own and listens to anyone that gives her candies. Everyone in the family is very protective of her. That includes me, of course. I am in charge of taking her home from school and making sure she is safe under my charge.
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